Incubus - 1
Why I went into the wood, I don't quite know; I'd heard something, as if there was an animal in pain, but it was already getting darkish and my brother Evan suggested I was a bloody idiot to even bother looking. I suppose it might have had something to do with the fact that I'd just had my seventeenth birthday, whereas he was only fourteen, so naturally, I couldn't possibly be the one who suggested we run away.
The wood I mentioned isn't a public one; in fact, the general populace would have quite a problem getting to it, as it's on an island in the middle of a lake on my auntie's estate. Actually, I suppose it's Dad's estate now, as aunt Esther is no longer with us, having died six months ago at the ripe old age of a hundred and three. She was quite a gal, as they say and even in her nineties, always swanned about in a black-beaded flapper dress, festooned with pearls and usually sported a highly politically-incorrect hat covered in bird-of-paradise feathers. I mostly remember her fro